"It's Cookie Time!"
I know, it seems like a relatively innocuous phrase, but for the mother of a daughter involved in Brownies or Girl Scouts, it is frightening. I am sure there are those mothers who live for this. They are the ones with seemingly boundless energy, organizing phone trees and driving around to local grocery stores to ask permission to set up tables outside. They have charts to track the progress of the troop and can't wait to obliterate past goals this year.
When I think of selling Girl Scout Cookies I think of grumpy seniors slamming the door in my poor eager daughter's face, outraged that their daily soap opera was interrupted by this insolent young thing raising money. I think of my husband's co-workers feeling obligated to peruse the list of goodies and buy at least one box or risk looking rude.
I know there are people out there who can't wait for the girls in green to come knocking, hawking Thin Mints and Samoas (my personal favorite). I know people who buy entire cases just so they can have enough to tide them over until Cookie Time next year. I wish those people would place a special sign in the front window, like a mark of the Underground Railroad, so the girls in our troop could make a beeline for those front porches knowing that they are welcomed warmly. I hate fundraising as a general rule, and I hate having to sell things even more. Please let Cookie Season pass quickly this year!